Listen, loneliness is singing, like the traceless wind blowing across my window sill. Who provoked whom, let such moonlight be broken in the lonely singing. Below is the prose of Loneliness Singing, welcome to read.
Loneliness is Singing Prose: Loneliness is Singing
Recently, I often hear a word on the Internet and from my friends’ mouths, loneliness!
I sing It's not the song, it's the loneliness.
What I made was not friends, but loneliness.
What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness?
Such language abounds.
《Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi said in "The World Chapter": "Loneliness is invisible and changeable. What has happened to us? Loneliness is all-pervasive like a shadow!
Is loneliness loneliness? Loneliness is not loneliness. Loneliness means that the soul has nowhere to rely on. Loneliness is loneliness. entrust your soul to yourself.
Loneliness is like dandelions flying aimlessly in the sky, and loneliness is as peaceful and quiet as an orchid in an empty valley.
I always feel that loneliness is fragile, helpless, and at a loss. It requires finding a heart that is generous enough and tolerant enough to accommodate it.
And loneliness can be a weak appearance with an arrogant and unyielding heart. It can still stand proudly like a cactus in the wilderness or even the desert.
Loneliness always likes to sing at night?
The moonlight is like water. In the quiet night, loneliness will be like a snake, eating the mulberry leaves bit by bit. A mottled heart leaves you at a loss. You can only hug yourself tightly and protect yourself carefully, fearing that you can't even keep the warmth? So, you want to find a heart that is warm and generous enough to lean on. Even for a little while.
I often feel that at a certain stage of life. Would I long to meet such a person? I don’t ask for results, I don’t ask for companionship, I don’t ask for possession, I don’t ask for you to love me? I just want to be able to meet you at that moment when I am in need, helpless, most beautiful, and lonely. And you just need to give me a warm and faint smile. Is such a request too high?
When I meet you, the moment you turn around, I put your warmth and The smile is engraved in my heart, I don’t believe it will last forever, but you will definitely be the softest part of my heart, because your warmth touches me.
If you can’t find it, then when spring comes, the ice and snow finally melt into water and flow away quietly, taking away the loneliness and waiting of a winter without leaving any traces. ?
Loneliness is proud, just like the sunflower in full bloom under the sun. Under thousands of rays of light, you only see its smiling face, so sweet, happy and warm? Each one stands stubbornly upright. Standing together, independent and strong, this is what I want most!
I want to be that sunflower, blooming my beauty in the sun!
Tonight, what I write is not a diary, but loneliness and loneliness.
Tonight I let the words follow my heart and ache!
Tonight, just tonight, I put all the touching, lonely and watching into the box of memory, and then Use a warm ribbon to make a beautiful bow, and then keep it deep in your heart?
The night is late, the weather is cold, and your heart hurts a little bit again?
Loneliness is Singing Prose: Listen, Loneliness is Singing
I don’t know since when, I was frantically looking for the figure that appeared in my dream on the streets of the vast sea of ??people, and I felt uneasy about which corner of the street there would be. The lonely figure in the dream. In the dream, I could vaguely hear your sighs and footsteps, as well as your figure looking out the window. It turns out that you are also like this, feeling lonely and helpless.
The meeting in the dream is like the meeting in the world. I hold hands lightly and sit down. I know that my fate with you is only a cup of tea, and the ending has already arrived before me. I closed my eyes and took you deep into my heart, only to realize that getting together and getting away from you turned out to be a miracle.
Ten minutes of a rain that lurks in October may not be enough for a lifetime of memories, but it is enough to make all the passing years seem like water. The sky is blue, where is your beauty? Have you ever been in the paper flying everywhere? Why have you forgotten things for so long? Inadvertently, you wake up the dust of the years. The faint thoughts left behind are reflected in the bottom of my heart. Forever, forever.
Walking through the clear moonlight, weaving years of sighs, the night is almost over, the wind is cold and the night is cold, but it cannot stop the heart from traveling far. You spent half your life being gentle to warm my cold heart. The late autumn moonlight dazzled your eyes. You have been the autumn sky of my life, making my whole heart pure and hot. Love is a romantic affair, the lingering whispers of lovesickness, the dancing posture of maple leaves, the long and cool sound of disc language, floating in the wind and echoing in the ears.
Who lost the direction of happiness, let the clear moonlight dim the autumn colors, who picked up a leaf in the wind, let the waves of dreams find the starting point of love, and who made the promise The fleeting lovesickness makes Ye’s monologue confused but clear.
Your monologue is affectionate and melodious, like mottled longings floating in the watery night. The sobs of the drizzle fall into your tenderness, and your thoughts every night bring out a touch of sadness. Pieces of tears splashed down again, scattered in the sea of ??longing.
What I can’t let go of is still the lingering concern, folded and folded, shrouded in the silent background of the window sill, the endless longing, in the boundless tracing, tears falling on the lonely pillow, how much infatuation My words can only be messed up in the writing, every word is sad, every tear is a sigh.
When the lights come on, I always walk through the dark corners of the city, letting the noisy and flashing neon lights flicker on my lonely body. After the rain, yesterday's rain still remains on the branches. After being pulled by the wind, it falls one after another, like an unexpected rain of petals. It falls so deeply and mistyly, gently hitting the heart that will hurt. superior. Those memories, those times engraved with romance and vicissitudes of life, are hovering quietly in the sky, lingering, and the heart slowly becomes quiet, and the bits and pieces we have walked together come one after another.
Stand on tiptoes, stretch out your arms, eager to touch, eager to fantasize about reaching those best times.
Listen, someone is singing: Passionate, sad and farewell, even more embarrassing, neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.
The old words, caressing the coolness of the palms, lingering on the fingertips, entangled in the cold thoughts, shining with faint light, the moonlight falling on the ground, dripping with deep sorrow. .
You said: Listening to the rain, jumping off the cliff, holding your hand in the dark night?
So, I imprisoned myself in the darkness every night, feeling sad I want to do a happy thing, walking under the moonless night, constantly thinking about what you said, seeing the sadness and beauty in the story, my heart aches for no reason; I also often think about a sad thing happily. I collected every bit of information about you and me. I decided to give up and struggled with my mood all night. I told the rain, I told the wind, but I didn’t tell you. Everything was so surprisingly difficult. Love has long been different. look like.
Putting on the headset, sad songs accompany me every night. On the windowsill without moonlight, I wonder where my dreams are and where my love is. Those passages that happen to sound at a specific time can always touch my heart, and I can't help but be drawn to it. It is sad, sad, and helpless, but also reveals strength and freedom. It turns out that a song sometimes performs the performance of a person. story.
Love is so deep that no one cares about it, but half a lifetime of waiting can’t withstand the grinding of years. Flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself. Even though there are thousands of knots in my heart, I can’t pour out all my glory. The sunshine in the haze, In the end, it became a silhouette, the past is like smoke, and a piece of sadness has messed up my world. When you lower your head, you feel lonely. Tears stained the beautiful woman's face, and clear traces of tears were buried in my Mood for Love, like a flower sacrifice that had finally fallen. I watched helplessly as my soul was scattered in the dark abyss.
Many times, the sad events of the past pierce into my heart like a knife, making my heart aching. Falling in love with someone will make you feel distressed all your life. Missing someone will leave you with no trace of loneliness. Love has always been so prosperous and so lonely.
I don’t have the courage to sing wildly and cry, but I understand my true nature when I fall to the ground. If I can drink alcohol to recall the past, I will have a hangover. When I wake up, the sky is still blue and the wind is... Still peaceful. Are you just listening to loneliness singing, gently or hard?
Loneliness is Singing Prose: Listen, loneliness is singing
I have been looking for a way to be alone, When you feel lonely and helpless, listen to the voice of loneliness with your heart.
Some people say loneliness is like a flower, some say loneliness is like rain, and still others say loneliness is like a broken tree, broken branches, cold stars and falling moon, filled with overlapping traces of life in the past and broken when you close your eyes. The hearts of the whole place.
When a person wanders in his own world, he often wakes up and wonders how time has taken away and lost everyone around him one by one. And as I grow older day by day and year by year, I am forgotten by others on the street corner of memories? Is life just a journey from prosperity to loneliness? I see the footsteps of loneliness walking alone.
Sitting in the cold night, holding my soul naked in the palm of my hand, watching the stumbling steps along the way, the loneliness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, decadence and sorrow, like rain hitting petals, leaving a trace of coldness. Penetrates into skin. There are tears lingering in the corners of my eyes, life is so hesitant, and on the way to forgetfulness, I hear lonely singing.
The seasons take away the time, and the memories leave behind the sentimentality. In the days when the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, whether it is prosperous or plain, you and I will grow old alone.
Destiny is like a flower. No matter how dazzling it blooms, whether you look up, up or down, you still have to look for your own image in the mirror in the lonely world.
Laughter and tears are like yellowing petals caught in the pages of a book. The tears that once filled the clothes, and the infatuation that once was so crazy, turn out to be memories from the past to the future.
The shadow of youth is like the lover of first love. After the origin and destiny disappear, after thousands of turns, time passes and becomes an eternal memory in the heart.
Standing in the wind, I can miss you or forget you, but my tired smile is too stiff to be bright when I think of you. The night I miss you, I understand what loneliness means.
Listen, loneliness is singing. It’s getting dark, loneliness is cutting slowly, and someone’s heart begins to hurt again.
After so many years, so many seasons, so many past events, and so many tears, I am still obsessed with the untouchable prosperity of the world, and I am still intoxicated by the illusion of facts rather than reality. Love and life seem to never be able to get out of the sober intoxication and confusion.
Loneliness is like tassels all over the sky, always falling suddenly when night comes.
The brightly lit long street, the noisy and lively crowds, the couples stopping to hug each other, the night that made me overwhelmed, I could not see the sadness of the city.
After drinking this glass of wine for me, I put on light makeup and plain clothes and came to find you. Do you know that there is only your shadow in the world of mortals, which makes my heart throb like water?
Listen, loneliness is singing, like the traceless wind blowing across my window sill. Who provoked whom, let this moonlight be broken in the lonely song.
Loneliness is like a gentle knife, gently carving the face of time, suddenly looking back, youth is no longer.